“There will be ‘good’ times right up to the precipice.”

“A soul in tension that’s learning to fly. Condition grounded but determined to try. Can’t keep my mind from the circling skies. Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I. Above the planet on a wing and a prayer, my grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air. Across the clouds I see my shadow fly, out of the corner of my watering eye. A soul in tension that’s learning to fly, a dream unthreatened by the morning light” — Pink Floyd

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It sure feels like I’ve said it all. I took me three days. All I had to do was putting two pieces of explosive prose and a distant lamentation into writing, and that was all it took for me to seal my fate. Well it sure feels like that. And although my fate is probably one of having to do without love in my life — what little remains of it (there is not a thing more relative than time) — there is also a sense of freedom in it: it’s like Kris Kristofferson famously said: “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose, and nothing ain’t worth nothing but its free.”

“Overcome by the sublime feeling that flying gave him, Icarus soared through the sky joyfully, but in the process he came too close to the sun, which melted his wings. Icarus kept flapping his wings but soon realized that he had no feathers left and that he was only flapping his bare arms. And so, Icarus fell into the sea in the area which bears his name, the Icarian Sea near Icaria, an island southwest of Samos.”

My fate is Greek. I realized that back in December 2003; it was only that I refused to accept it. Since May 2007, I’ve not only come to believe that my fate is Greek: I’ve come to terms with the fact, and understand that I’m a zombie, a ghost, or a spirit belonging to the Heavens. I have become a person who’s mission in life is one of warning other people — younger folks for the most part — against doing what I did, which was to go into a philosophical clinch with the powers that be, only to realize that the suckers have authority.

As I have come to understand that the family of humanity is not going to heed any climatic warnings, but simply continue to defend their mining jobs, factory jobs, transportation jobs, building and construction jobs, shopping center jobs, beaurocratic jobs, social systems and health related jobs, et cetera, and not giving a flying fuck about all the local pollution and global greenhouse gas emissions that all these consumerism culture protection and proliferation activities lead to. All I can do is try to come to terms with the most probable results of these things on a local, regional, and global level. On a general note it looks as if the family of humanity is ready to live with, and learn to appreciate, some devilish closing time philosophy: learning to live with the fact that the society of humans are moving into a period in which time is of the essence. A period that is going to last for a purely imaginary number of years but at some point certainly come to a halt. — That halt will be the death of the last human being of this planet, whenever and wherever that might happen.

Some people believe that the last living soul of this planet will do his living in the northernmost reaches of the world; the region which supposedly is going to be able to support life as we know it the longest. Notable for this philosophy is a rather funny creature named Danny Bloom, who’s operating with years 2121 and 3007 as focal points of imaginary time: points in time in which the conditions of human life will have become extremely hard; barely survivable. Bloom contemplates a future in which a relatively small number of people live in so-called “Polar Cities” built in Siberia, Alaska and Northern Canada, Greenland, Svalbard, and Novaja Zemlja. It would be the last era for humankind; “closing time” would be Bloom’s imaginary starting point. –

And yet no one is going to talk openly about the shared acknowledgement of biosphere destruction. It will probably be like George Mobus said in a comment on Trinifar: “Almost all of the models suggest that overshoot of population results in a crash. Hopes for a soft landing are further dashed by the advent of peak oil and the calamities made likely by climate change. All of these forces taken in roughly the same time frame portend doom for the majority of humanity. Perhaps, then, it is most humane to let people continue in their ignorance (self-imposed it would seem) right to the end. A crash implies that there will be ‘good’ times right up to the precipice. The end will be horrific, certainly, but if truly inevitable, why scare and threaten the general populace, or at least try to?”

It’s a good question; one for which I have no good answer, I guess. Simply because I can’t get my head around the idea that much rather than coming together in unity and co-operation in order to make way for a change of direction on the part of humanity’s irresponsible lack of philosophical connection with the life support systems of this planet, the combined human race seems to be quite ready to accept the idea that a collapse is coming and that we don’t know when exactly it is going to happen or where it is going to begin to happen first. I mean: I find it absolutely impossible to think like this, and that may also be among the reasons why I am, on a personal note, doomed to go rotten, and then — like everybody else, of course — getting old, perish and die in the end. — Which is to say that all the babies of this world that have yet to be born, will certainly be like stillborn: born into this closing time of which there is no way of saying how long it is going to last. As my personal version of imaginary closing time is not one in which the collapse of the population and the final destruction of the ecosystems is going to occur in my lifetime. I’m no more than 37 years old, and it is sure going to take more time than that, I suppose.

Not that I know that! Oh no. This is the nature of imaginary time: you just don’t know when it is going to happen; you only know that it is. And that is a fact which you are morally bound to not talking about. The social effect of such talk is a tearjerker, and nobody wants that. So go ahead and build your opera halls, new airports, big shopping malls and luxury hotels, I say. These are the pyramids and hanging gardens of our times, and they are being erected these days. It is happening all over the planet. All these new and futuristic gigantic complexes of modern architechture will be the physical remainders of the consumerist culture of our times: an age of glory which will never be allowed to draw to a close, but become a golden age that lasts “forever” — – an adverb that must certainly be about to become experimental.